Chapter 9. Phil & Dave. (September 1994.)
When hubby asked if I fancied a long weekend break, to make up in part for our missed fortnights holiday (see Ch 06), I jumped at the chance. Some friends of ours have a holiday cottage in Cornwall which had unexpectedly become empty; they let it for self catering when not using the cottage themselves, and offered us the use of it. It's a long drive for just a few days but at least it was a break.
Arriving at the cottage in the early hours of Saturday morning we didn't do much that first day, although hubby did pop out to a nearby pub in the evening and returned in a somewhat animated state. He refused to disclose what had excited him, saying only that I'd find out tomorrow.
Naturally I was intrigued and when hubby suggested a Sunday lunchtime drink in the same pub agreed, curious to see what it was that had excited him.
Sitting with our drinks in an alcove I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary to account for hubby's excited state on Saturday. It was beginning to fill up a bit when hubby asked if I'd noticed a couple of guys leaning on the end of the bar.
"Well yes, they seem more interested in ogling my legs than drinking." I laughed.
"Dave and Phil, I was talking to them last night," hubby said. "I told them a bit about our lifestyle and they're keen to meet you, hence the interest in your legs."
I thought I knew where this was heading; hubby wanted me to have sex with one of the guys while he watched. Wrong.
"Remember all our discussions about threesomes, now's your chance to give it a try."
He was beckoning them over, taking my acquiescence in his scheme for granted. I was introduced to the guys and found that Dave was a bachelor of 34 while Phil, a very slim guy of 33, was married.
Moving on a bit.
Despite it being a scenario we'd discussed and I'd fantasized about, I was feeling unusually nervous preceding the guys into our cottage, knowing they were both about to fuck me in front of hubby. Dave had complimented me on my little black dress whilst in the pub and it was he who gathered me in his arms for a kiss directly we were over the threshold. After we'd kissed he simply handed me over to Phil whose kisses were even more ardent, as were his hands squeezing and pummelling my bottom.
"Make yourselves comfortable chaps," hubby said. "Can I get you a drink?"
They both declined, more interested in getting to grips with me I suspect.